Inspiration, My Betrayaing Friend Poem by Hadil Diaf

Inspiration has left me
Oh that selfish friend
When i needed it mostly
Disappeared from my mind
How can i make any
New worlds for my readers
How can i build any
New words for my followers
Not a thought has come to me
In days now and months
I cannot find a feeling
Nor a life to write about
I know not what's happening
But i fear that my art
Reaches that awful point
Where it must stop for a while
My notebooks cannot
Remain empty as the fire
That always lead me
Is dying a bit every hour
It all seems dark and empty
For i have lost my power
Of the poet, of the creator
Of new worlds standing on paper
My soul is so in need
For a cure to heal its disease
Caused only by my doing
For forgetting how to release
The energy that within me
Used to be brightly shining
Inspiration has dumbed me
Oh that ungrateful companion
Now how can i move on
And porsuive my writing
I, who never stood a day
Without a new line in my thinking
Have found myself diving
in the dark lake of emptyness
IF i can only reach the bottom
And rise from its abyss
To bring down the autumn's
Strongest winds of hopelessness
And get back my escaping friend
That so cheating blessing
So called inspiration